Villager
11-13-01, 09:41AM
60 seconds
What can be done, in sixty seconds.
Sixty seconds, that’s all I had.
Can you say sorry, for all the hurt you caused,
Can you say that you truly believe that you will meet again,
Can you say I Love You, for all the times you didn’t,
Can you say anything, when you only have sixty seconds.
A minute.
A painful pun on the word, as a minute never felt so minute.
What are you suppose to think,
When all you can do is wish for more time.
I wish it was me, lying there,
I wish it was me, who could see peace at hand.
I wish it was me,
And yet I have never been so glad it wasn’t.
Sixty seconds, I stared into her eyes,
And her soul stared back, with a look that knew of a fate
To be embraced, not to be fought,
A look that told me not to cry.
I couldn’t have not cried if it would have kept her alive.
Why does this have to be?
Does a life so unstable have to include such pain?
Have I experienced joy to match this suffering?
It’s not fair.
It’s not fair.
I held her hand, as she slipped away.
I held her face, as the life withdrew from within,
I held all I had in my hands,
And there was nothing I could do,
To stop it being ripped away.
What would I say,
If I could go back, to that fateful night?
I would say but one word, as words I knew not,
Nor do I now.
The words for such a time are impossible to plan,
Impossible to imagine saying,
At such a time.
I have but one ghost,
That will haunt me forever and a night,
I have but one regret,
A regret that shall pursue my soul till I meet with my own end,
That I did not say
Goodbye,
My Love.
:c: Villager 2001
What can be done, in sixty seconds.
Sixty seconds, that’s all I had.
Can you say sorry, for all the hurt you caused,
Can you say that you truly believe that you will meet again,
Can you say I Love You, for all the times you didn’t,
Can you say anything, when you only have sixty seconds.
A minute.
A painful pun on the word, as a minute never felt so minute.
What are you suppose to think,
When all you can do is wish for more time.
I wish it was me, lying there,
I wish it was me, who could see peace at hand.
I wish it was me,
And yet I have never been so glad it wasn’t.
Sixty seconds, I stared into her eyes,
And her soul stared back, with a look that knew of a fate
To be embraced, not to be fought,
A look that told me not to cry.
I couldn’t have not cried if it would have kept her alive.
Why does this have to be?
Does a life so unstable have to include such pain?
Have I experienced joy to match this suffering?
It’s not fair.
It’s not fair.
I held her hand, as she slipped away.
I held her face, as the life withdrew from within,
I held all I had in my hands,
And there was nothing I could do,
To stop it being ripped away.
What would I say,
If I could go back, to that fateful night?
I would say but one word, as words I knew not,
Nor do I now.
The words for such a time are impossible to plan,
Impossible to imagine saying,
At such a time.
I have but one ghost,
That will haunt me forever and a night,
I have but one regret,
A regret that shall pursue my soul till I meet with my own end,
That I did not say
Goodbye,
My Love.
:c: Villager 2001